When Yang Zaixing passed through Luda, he still couldn't forget the demonstration against Luda. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ram the goods, watch me fight!"

Luda was stunned and chased after Yang Zaixing's figure, at this moment the camp was already in turmoil, there were two military tents close to the gate of the camp, and I saw several Jurchen Tartars desperately drilling out, Yang Zaixing's big gun flashed like a flash, and he used a sweep without stabbing. The elastic ash pole was being pumped on the side of the neck of the first Jurchen Tartar, and with a crisp sound, the neck bone was instantly shattered!

Yang Zaixing took another step forward, held the tail end of the big gun with the thickness of a duck egg with one hand, and pulled it out violently, and heard a rumbling sound. The Jurchen Tartars who followed and drilled outward were all swept down by this shot, and the tent was brought down, and a tent of Jurchen Tartars rolled under the leather tent, and they could only let out a burst of panicked screams!

The soldiers and soldiers in the back rumbled up, although they were not as high-profile as Yang Zaixing, but they still raised their swords and stabbed at the tent that was still rolling, and Yang Zaixing had already rushed forward again, sweeping down the second tabernacle, this time he didn't wait for the people behind him to follow up and mend the knife, the tip of the gun was picked, and a brazier supported on the shelf by the tent had fallen on the leather tent.

Although the brazier was smoldering, the ashes were still smoldering. fell on the tent, sparks splashed everywhere, Yang Zaixing casually tore off a small gourd on his waist and smashed it into the brazier. The gourd was full of fierce fire oil, which was prepared for the expected robbery camp before departure. The fire oil exploded violently when it met the fire, and the entire leather tent suddenly turned into a ball of fire rolling around. There was only the hoarse screams of the Jurchen Tartars inside!

In the scream, Yang Zaixing laughed: "The joy of the straight mother thief!" Didn't walk the bird road these days in vain! ”

With Yang Zaixing as the arrow, all the Shence army athletes surged up silently, the wings were all archers with bows, feather arrows whizzing, whistling in the camp, from time to time there were Jurchen armor soldiers who drilled out of the tent and fell into the snow with arrows, and in the middle were warriors with long knives and swords and iron bones, following Yang Zaixing's sharp arrow, desperately rushing in the direction where the horse factory was located!

The camp was mixed with shouts and shouts. The Jurchen armor soldiers in the camp were pouring outward, but they were scurrying around like headless flies. In his sleep, he was suddenly attacked in the place where he thought it was the safety of Mount Tai, even if he was an elite Jurchen warrior, he couldn't react for a while. Those pale bullets were even more miserable and screaming, scurrying around the camp, which exacerbated the confusion even more.

Since the rise of the Jurchen army, it has been indomitable, destroying the enemy and destroying the country. I'm afraid it's the first time I've encountered this kind of embarrassing scene!

Ruda stared blankly at everything in front of him, really didn't know what to do, suddenly a hand patted his shoulder, and Ruda turned back violently. Seeing that the young General Lu and Xue Yong also entered the camp gate, Lu Junyi's eyes were brightened by the firelight, he glanced around, and said to Lu Da: "Do you see the horse factory?" The Jurchen Tartars are about to gather. Find a big blade and knock them out of the way! ”

Someone told him what work to do, Luda turned his head to look in the direction of the horse factory, and saw a stout Jurchen Tartar shouting loudly, trying his best to clean up the order in the camp, beckoning the scattered Jurchen armor soldiers to converge towards the place where he was, ready to fight with the enemy who suddenly came in, at least until the Jurchen reinforcements arrived!

It was Hu Lu who was trying his best to organize effective resistance, and he was so anxious that he dropped the sling on his arm, waved his hands desperately, roared loudly, and beckoned his sons to form a formation in front of the horse factory to resist. The enemy in front of him was too fierce, and a young general wielding a big gun rushed forward, rushing through seventy or eighty steps in just a moment, and there was no resistance from the Jurchen armor soldiers who had already reacted.

But before he wielded the big gun, no one could stop him in the slightest! This big spear was like a living thing, stabbing or pumping or picking, and one by one the Jurchen warriors who had been fighting in and out of the hosts, and who did not know how many lives there were in their hands, fell into the snow with a scream.

A Pu Liyan under his command, once led nine warriors to Linhuang first, killed hundreds of Liao soldiers on the city wall, did not dare to approach, and crashed into the Liao brigade with one hand waving iron bones, and with the other hand, a Liao marshal who commanded the defenders was sandwiched out, and threw down the city wall under his head and feet.

This Pu Liyan, who is famous for his bravery, roared angrily with a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and he leaned short to meet the young general, but he was picked off the shield by a shot, and Pu Liyan threw his shield and knife and grabbed the gun with his bare hands, but the young general did not stop to send the gun, and when he was close to the face of Pu Yan, he smashed the nose of Pu Yan into his face with a punch!

This kind of warrior is not something that can be dealt with by manpower, and he must form a formation to resist, Hu Lu hoarsely beckoned his subordinates who could gather to form a formation, while he couldn't help but think, damn, who said that the southerners were weak? Why don't you try it? How could such a strong southerner, the vulnerable Liao State, be able to hold on to the army and horses composed of these southerners for so long?

Under the auspices of Hu Lu, the long-experienced Jurchen armor soldiers finally formed a thin array in front of him, more than 20 shields were gathered together, squatting down and the ground to stabilize, spears poked out from the shield cracks, and more than ten Jurchen archers gathered in the back, all of them chose large and heavy arrows to shoot flat.

In the camp, the whistling sound is even stronger, it is the sound of feather arrows coming and going in the air to break the sky, and in the panic of the sudden attack, but in just half a moment, the Jurchen armor has already organized effective resistance, this level is worthy of the true character of the strongest army in the world at this moment! At least seven or eight feather arrows came straight at Yang Zaixing, Yang Zaixing roared, the big gun circled, and seven or eight armor-piercing heavy arrows flew out far away.

However, Yang Zaixing's indomitable footsteps also paused slightly, and the Song soldiers who followed Yang Zaixing desperately rushed forward, there were also several people who were hit by arrows and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing that this suddenly appeared, fierce southerner military horses were killed, these Jurchen archers all took out the strength to eat, desperately shooting, more Jurchen armor soldiers also came to their senses, desperately gathered towards this side, and even some of them reacted with a little pale bullet pressure, they were originally archers, many people also began to shoot arrows everywhere with bows and arrows, and for a while, blood splashed everywhere in the Song army that was unstoppable!

The archers in the Song army also fought back desperately, but the Jurchen array in front of the horse factory was covered by a shield, and it couldn't overwhelm the other party for a while.

Yang Zaixing yelled again and again, the big gun desperately hit the feather arrow, and took a few steps forward, but the robe behind him fell a few more, and at this time, he heard a roar from behind: "Yang Zaixing!" Will you succeed? Let a certain house on! ”

Yang Zaixing turned around violently, and saw that Lu Junyi, who was standing behind the formation, had already pulled out the sword at his waist and strode forward, straight to the thief, the Jurchen Tartar in front of him couldn't rush away, this little bird village couldn't be broken, what face did I have to call the army invincible!

Yang Zaixing gritted his teeth violently, and he had already pounced again, and Hu Lu was already so excited that he yelled with red eyes: "The silver technique is coming!" Kill all these southerners! ”

In the shouting, Hu Lu suddenly felt a wisp of cold wind hitting his neck! The experience of the veteran general in the army made Hu Lu turn his head sharply at the last moment, and there was a thin and small boy in his eyes, staring at him with a pair of small eyes, rushing towards him, and a sharp sword in his hand stabbed straight at the side of his neck!

Hu Lu twisted violently, at a critical moment, he still let go of this fatal stab, and the long knife in his right hand swept by twisting his body and swaying, and he suddenly achieved a counterattack, and this knife was implemented, and the young man could only be cut in two.

However, this thin and small young man, the degree of flexibility once again exceeded the imagination of Jurchen generals such as Hu Lu, and he retreated with one step, no more, no less, just letting go of this knife, and Hu Lu had an injury on his left shoulder and back after all, this knife affected the injury, and the knife could not be recovered under the severe pain, and the left half of his body showed a big flaw. The thin boy seemed to be born with a keen sense of smell in such a fight, and he hid from the left, and this sword did not take the neck, but a sword stabbed down between the gaps in the nail leaves on the side of Hu Lu's waist!

There was a muffled sound, and a sword went straight into Hu Lu's body, Hu Lu was dumbfounded, and the long knife in his right hand was thrown towards the thin boy, and his left hand didn't care about the severe pain at this moment, and grabbed the long sword body, so that it couldn't go deeper!

The thin young man's movements were still beyond everyone's imagination, and he threw his sword and retreated in an instant, and when he let go, he didn't forget to turn his wrist vigorously and stir it, and the knife thrown by Hu Lu was completely missed, but the long sword stirred in his body, his internal organs were torn, and several fingers were also stirred off.

Rao is that he is an iron-clad Jurchen warrior, and he can't support it anymore at this time. The screams shook the night sky and resounded throughout the camp, and the screams of the main general alarmed the Jurchen soldiers who were desperately resisting, and everyone looked back, and saw that Hu Lu's stout figure was already crumbling, and the thin boy had already rebounded back into the horse factory.

With so many Jurchen armor soldiers, no one knows when this skinny boy sneaked behind them, and as soon as he made a move, he had already severely injured their main general, Hu Lu!

Yang Zaixing had already rushed forward with a gust of wind, Hu Lu was suddenly stabbed down, and the Jurchen army in front of the horse factory was suddenly moved. In front of Yang Zaixing, who was in front of the decisive death, where was the time for them to pause a little?

The pure white wool cloak on Yang Zaixing's body was already stained red with blood, with blood and coldness, rolling up the snow and dust, and he had already crashed into the array composed of more than 20 shields with one shot!

Instead of using a thorn, a large spear danced in a large circle in an instant, bent to the limit, and then suddenly bounced straight and slammed against those shields! Yang Zaixing's momentum, the accumulation of the ash pole after bending, and making it into a catapult, this force is probably enough to throw a stone the size of a basin out a hundred and ten steps.

And this huge force all fell on the shields of several Jurchen Tartars in front of them! The loud sound suddenly sounded, and it also overwhelmed Hu Lu's terrible scream, and the seven or eight sturdy shields were shattered, or they flew out of their hands, and seven or eight Jurchen armor soldiers were shaken all over their bodies. Look up to the sky and fall!

And Yang Zaixing, one person and one shot, had already rushed into the last array of the Jurchen armor, the spear danced, blood splashed, and screamed again and again! The last battle formation of the Jurchen armor soldiers was finally knocked away, but at this moment, the Jurchen warriors, worthy of the name of strong soldiers, were obviously hopeless, the battle array was broken, the strong enemy stepped into the formation, and there were large groups rushing up behind, no matter how you look at it, it was a dead battle to the end of defeat and clean, but the shield-wielding men with the two wings were still intact and were still desperately squeezing over from both sides, trying to sandwich Yang Zaixing in the middle.

And even if Yang Zaixing's big gun is flying around him, as long as he doesn't stab his body and still insists on firing arrows, how can he drag this guy who killed the most Jurchen Erlang to die together!

There was a roar behind him, and he saw that Luda had already caught up with him, this strong man really didn't find any long blades, grabbed two cowhide tents stacked together, spread his hands, like a heavy arrow curtain, and rushed forward, these two cowhide tents together, it was enough to weigh more than 100 catties, in Luda's hands it was as light as nothing, his legs were long, one step to three steps, easily came first, passed everyone, followed closely behind Yang Zaixing, and crashed into the broken array of Jurchen armor!

There was another loud bang, and finally the Jurchen shield-wielding men who came from both wings fell down. Luda threw down the tent, these Jurchen armor soldiers rolled under the tent, and Luda didn't care about them, and with one step of his long legs, he crashed into the Jurchen archery team, and with both hands, he grabbed a Jurchen archer with armor weighing almost 200 catties, and threw straw more than ten steps away! A Jurchen archer dropped his bow and arrow, pulled out his saber and was about to fight with Luda, and suddenly felt a chill in his chest, Lu Junyi and their brigade finally followed and rushed in, Lu Junyi stabbed between his chest and abdomen with a knife, roaring against his chest and desperately hitting forward!

In addition to spitting out loudly, the Jurchen archer was powerless to struggle twice, where was there any room for half a point of desperateness? The soldiers of the Song army in the back team rushed up, slashing and stabbing with swords, for a while, they could only hear the dying screams of the Jurchens, and Yang Zaixing, who had always rushed to the front, had red eyes, kicked away a Jurchen armor soldier who was blocking in front of him, and didn't care whether he lived or died, he shook his hand and threw the big gun in his hand!

In front of him, there was no longer any enemy, only the crumbling Hu Lu, the big gun passed through the sky, broke in from the back, burst forward, and drove Hu Lu's body, and the Jurchen warrior was firmly nailed to the ground, a man who shot two arrows, his hand shook and the bow had landed, and he watched Hu Lu being nailed to the ground with a spear, and the body was hanging diagonally on the gun and trembling slightly, and the Jurchen armor had been overwhelmed by the enemy, leaving only pieces of screams, this barren throat creaked twice, and finally screamed miserably: "Defeated!" Defeated! ”

In the screams, all the surviving people in this Jurchen camp collapsed, ten times more chaotic than when they were attacked, and even the few remaining Jurchen armor soldiers who were far away from the battlefield began to hug their heads at this moment, what kind of southerner military horse is this?

Crossing the Lou Room in the ice and snow, I am afraid that it has not covered hundreds of miles, but also suddenly broke the village in the heavy snowstorm, and hit the armor array with light soldiers, regardless of the casualties, in just a moment, the array has been destroyed and Hu Lu has been killed!

Defeated, defeated! (To be continued.) )